Introduction

My sweet daughter Emily skipped into her bright art class, leaving me to a perfectly ordinary day.

Fifteen minutes later, a scream ripped through the community center, and the art instructor pointed at me, shrieking, "Sarah Miller killed her!"

Instantly arrested and dubbed "Monster Mom" by the media, I watched my husband Mark shockingly betray me, using my past postpartum depression against me, asking where I' d hidden Emily' s head.

Under forced hypnosis, a therapist implanted gruesome "memories" of me committing the murder and where I supposedly hid Emily's severed head, which was then "found" exactly as I "recalled."

Drowning in self-doubt and despair, I struggled, believing I had blacked out, wrestling with the monster everyone saw, and my own terrifying, fabricated recollections.

But then, during a court transfer, I saw Mark' s colleague, Jessica Hayes, wearing a vibrantly patterned scarf-the very scarf worn by the killer in my horrifying, implanted "memory."

In that shattering instant, a desperate cry tore from my throat as the chilling truth ignited: I hadn't murdered Emily; they had meticulously framed me and weaponized my own mind.

Now, I would fight to expose the cruel conspiracy orchestrated by my husband, his mistress, and the therapist who twisted my reality.